How oft has sad experience prov'd When goods of earth and sense Have once our warm affections mov'd "Tis hard to call them thence ! Great Father, let thy glories be The Tolling Bell. Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, Only this frail and fleeting breath Preserves me from the jaws of death; Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone, And plung'd into a world unknown. Then, leaving all I lov❜d below, But could I bear to hear him say, Lord Jesus! help me now to flee, Then when the solemn bell I hear, God every where. God made the world-in ev'ry land The Indian hut and English cot He sees and governs distant lands, In forest shades and silent plains, All the inhabitants of earth, Alike the rich and poor are known, He knows the worthy from the vile, Great God! and since thy piercing eye My inmost heart can see, Teach me from ev'ry sin to fly, And turn that heart to thee. The Apple-Tree. Old John had an apple-tree healthy and green, Which bore the best codlings that ever were seen, So juicy, so mellow, and red; And when they were ripe, as old Johnny was poor, He sold them to children that pass'd by his door, To buy him a morsel of bread. Little Dick, his next neighbour, one often might see With longing eye viewing this nice appletree, And wishing a codling might fall: One day as he stood in the heat of the sun, He began thinking whether he might not take one, And then he look'd over the wall. And as he again cast his eye on the tree, He said to himself, "O how nice they would be, So cool and refreshing to-day! The tree is so full, and I'd only take one, But stop, little boy, take your hand from the bough; Remember, though old John can't see you just now, And no one to chide you is nigh There is one who by night, just as well as by day, Can see all you do, and can hear all you say, From his glorious throne in the sky. Oh then, little boy, come away from the tree, For the great God, who even in darkness can look, Writes down ev'ry crime we commit in his book, However we think to conceal. The Old Beggar Man. I see an old man sitting there, Old man, why are you sitting so? |